the naked flame,
beside me
flickers in the night
each breath l take threatens it,
my out breath hovers,
undecided whether to nourish it
or kill it
an old tune warms the room
nostalgia washes onto the pillow
a freeze frame of a golden moment
haunts the senses
shards of a new day,
of expectations not yet taken to root
but seeded deep in the dampness
I rise to the challenge,
keeping the flame bright
feeding it
just as it burns away
another hope,
another dream,
l shiver, I tremble,
while you watch
from a far,
I hesitate, I breathe
don't extinguish the flame
not just yet...
l need you
Sunday, 9 January 2011
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That's nice Saz. I hope it all works out.
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Another beautiful 'painting' in words .. xo
ReplyDeleteOh, Saz...your poetry is always so exquisitely beautiful and profound!!! I'm so glad I stopped by...I would not have missed this one for all the world!!! You are wonderful!! Love you so much!!! ~Janine xoxo
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Wow. I mean really, WOW, Saz that was deep, moving and brillient.
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ReplyDeletethat was really written wonderfully.
the not yet sounds a bit gray but we are, after all, just bridges to more bridges.
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The flame is hope, burning bright, but the merest sigh could extinguish it.
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Beautiful!
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